When I was younger the thought of Spring break always conjured up images of dew cutting, one last session to strap on your board at the Mammoth trip, the subsequent dusting off of flip-flops and Easter. It was always an exciting time. Summer was around the corner and all around seem to embrace each other as family. The miracle of the ascension became palpable as a collective; and clothing so bright seem to make its way to the fore. It was a holiday meant for the flip-flop. Slide those puppies on; wear some nice jeans and a bright shirt, and you were set.

Conversely, as I grew older the trips faded, the dew stopped cutting, and Spring break never seem to rest alongside Easter. As if it wasn't needed; like it wasn't even about Easter. Just randomly place a break: Here, there, anywhere, it's just a break. But man this break happened faster than I had expected. Hell, it's not even Spring yet. So why the break?

As much as I've studied, writing lists as to not miss a beat, to be prepared, this break seems to have sprung; and I am at a lose for words. It is cold outside and the flip-flops need to wait.